The Power of Touch
The Power of Touch Sarn stared at the ceiling thinking adult thoughts that vexed. His son watched hoping his bright gaze would burn a hole. It didn’t. Ran consults his rocks, licks each one ’til a shape takes sight. “Star,” Ran says, hands it to Papa. Mind still turned within, Papa takes the rock turning it over in his hands; a green glow builds, wills the rock to bend, stretch, reveal its yearning and just when Ran can take no more suspense– a matte black star now floats ‘tween papa’s hands. Ran reaches into that warm tingle, dense with magic; Papa returns from dreamland. He stares, clutched in son’s … Continue reading The Power of Touch



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